Guest pile inside a grand banquet building. Valets park cars in a rush of downtown traffic. Honking horns. A uber is blocked off in the far back of the street. Grace is within it. "I'll walk, thank you." She exits, walking a sidewalk, deciding it would be best on foot than closed off and trapped for an half hour or more. After passing and circling around groups of people, she climbs up the steps to the banquet hall. Two security guards are posted at the door, one reads over a list before allowing admission. And with that, Grace was pretty sure she didn't make the cut. Oh, fuck you, Hannah...

Her phone beeps: a text

Kat: Hannah won't hesitate to have you escorted out. Listen to me. I'm taking your place as maid of honor, go home.

"After this one, no one else is allowed in," the guard informs his partner. "That makes ninety-nine people total."

She felt dumb in her assigned dress. I should have worn something else, but there isn't enough time to waste on that now . Her eyes jolt to the side of the building. She sneaks around to the back. Jiggling door knobs; locked. Trying a few windows. One is ajar. She hoists herself up to it, glancing in. It looks into an industrial kitchen. Smells of cake and ice cream hit her face. Entrees are stacked onto rolling trays. Workers roll the carts out, pushing them out of flimsy double doors that flop. This continues on for a few seconds, before the coast is clear. The kitchen becomes empty. Grace climbs inside. The hall is half full, a few tables seat energetic people conversing and snapping pictures at neat tables designed with tall white flowers. A donation box is by the exit to the foyer. A clear bin full of favor bags, stacked with white M&M's. An elder couple take seats at the front.

A huge white clock above the entrance ticks, reading 5:45 pm. Fifteen minutes to hell. She slips out into the foyer, her feet running up a fancy, three tier staircase, her destination: the second floor. Down a crown molded, luxurious hall. Her eyes scan signs written in cursive on each door, like a hawk, passing eight of them before pausing. The last one on the right reads; Mrs. Michaels

"I can't believe it's finally happening, everything is so perfect, this night is going to be one I'll never forget." Hannah's voice danced from behind it.

Grace busts into the room. The eyes of eight women landed on her. One being Hannah's mom, Mrs. Rachael. There was no time to glare back at them all...her focus was only on one. Who looked absolutely stunning, exactly how she'd hoped, this ate at her. Her childhood friend stood in a off the shoulder, mermaid, ruffled dress. Everything about the moment came off as dreamy and heart stringing. Quickly, she swipes the feels away. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Grace!" Mrs. Racheal scolds. "What is the matter with you?"

She waves her hand, silencing Hannah's mother. "You have no idea what you've just done."

"Give us the room." Hannah demands.

"No, no they can stay and hear what I have to say." Grace announces the audience. "Hello everyone, thank you for attending this bitch's wedding. I have a something to say...so listen. David and I are together, just like some of you thought." She directs this to Scarlett. "That's right, Hannah is marrying a guy who is in love with me."

The bride plunges at her, out for blood. No longer sweet. "You asshole!" The bridesmaids and her mother stop the violence pounce. "I WILL KILL YOU, BITCH!!" Her hair comes undone from an elegant, curly updo, falling in her face. They all scream, clutching Hannah back. She tries to wiggle free.

"No, don't do that, please?!" Her mom begs "Get her out of here!" Scarlett, who was charges at Grace, face to face.

"Oh, I'd like to see you try. Go ahead." Scarlet hesitates. Grace leaves the wedding party in a moment of distress. I don't care, tonight is going to end, my ex friend was right: it is going to be a night she'll never forget. Darting back down the stairs and crossing to the other side of the staircase. Again, she intrudes another room. The groom's suite. David lowers a glass of champagne.

"You know, I think you're in denial."

"Oh, my god..."

"That's about to change, I'll see you at the altar." The maid of honor jets out of the suite, away from a speechless groom.

Later...

"Can I have everyone's attention, please?" Loud commotion circles the banquet hall. Everyone began to worry. 6:00 p.m. had passed and neither the bride nor the groom had shown. Grace couldn't help but wonder where they were. Had they ran off? "Excuse me, shhhh." Mrs. Rachael spoke again, "can you all be seated?" She glowers at Grace. "Look at what you've done, these people came for a wedding and now it's ruined."

Good, she thought to herself, this means that everyone would leave which was way more suitable than my plan to set off the sprinklers. "That because it wasn't meant to be."

"Where is security?" She asks a staff member passing by.

"They've been informed and are on their way now, ma'am."

The crowd checks the aisle repeatedly. "This is a bad sign, indeed." An elderly man comments, perplexed at the holdup. He, like many, prepares to leave; gathering their coats and bags. Others chose to wait for the late ceremony they assumed was still to come. Hannah's mother gives up shushing them all, she heads out, undoubtedly to double check the suites, knowing that they would be the same. Empty.

Grace places herself below a flowered archway, glad. Something glints a few feet away. David's little sister hugs a pillow tightly, which cases the ring that destroyed everything. Grace hurries over to the cute girl, who plays under tables. Singing.

"Hair in the air, put you hair in the air!"

"Hey" She peeps under the table. "Hey, Kaylie, can I see that? I need to it, okay?"

Kayle sprints across to another table and hides. Grace bumps her head against the wood. The small girl jets into the crowd. Grace huffs and stands, rubbing her head. I guess I gotta to take the ring as a loss. At least there isn't a happily ever after playing out. Finally, Grace had broken up her best friend's wedding. Had won. The delicious joy of defeat pumped her up. Someone's pushes her hard from behind, causing her to trip forward a bit.

"Hey bitch, someone wants to talk to you."

Grace spins, ready to swing. "Don't touch me again and you can tell Hannah to come down here herself instead of sending a messenger."

"Not Hannah, David. He's at the park across the street."

"Is she with him?"

Scarlet takes off; her eyes slitting like a snake. "You would be so pleased if she wasn't, wouldn't you?" Harry comforts his girlfriend, giving Grace a disappointing look.

In a simple purple dress, carrying a large box, Kat enters the banquet hall. Her eyes whip around the area searching for her sister. You're helping Hannah way too much, really a replacement cake?! Grace ducks as security guards join into the fray, taking a back exit outside.